In a Dream

Beyond the kitchen/cafeteria was his destination, the library.
The door opened silently, the only light was in the far corner of the giant hall. Axel’s bare feet padded softly on the carpeted floor, his hand holding onto the sheet, securing it around his scrawny hip bones.
The redhead made his way through the colossal labyrinth of bookshelves, using the gentle glow of the lantern as a guide until he found the only other late night occupant.
“Axel?” the Cloaked Schemer questioned, looking up from his book, “What are you doing up so late? And here of all places?”
The redhead grinned in his typical flirty fashion, the shine in his eyes dancing.
“Just seeing what our local bookworm is up to,” the Flurry of Dancing Flames answered, adjusting his sheet.
“Well,” Zexion stated, closing his book with his finger marking his page, “You’ve seen what I’m doing so why don’t you go back to bed now?”
“I’m too awake to go back to bed,” Axel replied, still smirking, as he stepped closer to the purple-haired nobody.
“Fine,” the Cloaked Schemer said, “But keep quiet.”
He turned back to his book and the redhead took the seat next to him, his legs slung sloppily across the arm rest.
With his eyebrow raised, Zexion looked sideways at the redhead.
“Please fix your….er….sheet,” Number VI declared, turning away from Axel’s exposed legs.
“Loosen up, Zexy,” the redhead responded, pulling his sheet up and apart even more.
Choosing to ignore him, the Cloaked Schemer returned to his book, looking slightly flustered.
“Come on, Zexy,” Axel insisted, standing up and moving in front of the purple-haired nobody.
“Quit calling me that,” Number VI said, blocking the view of the redhead with his book.
Feeling gutsy, the Flurry of Dancing Flames untied the sheet and tossed it toward the other male.
Just as Zexion went to turn the page, the sheet flew in his direction and covered his book and part of his lap.
The redhead stood there, hands on his hips, in all his glory as he waited for Number VI’s reaction.
“Cover yourself, Axel!” he exclaimed, using his arm to cover his eyes as he picked up the sheet with thumb and forefinger, holding it out for the redhead to grab.
Number VIII retrieved the bedding but instead of wrapping it around himself, he threw it down one of the aisles.
Zexion peeked over his arm to see what was happening, only to see more of Axel than he wanted to and retreat behind his arm.
The redhead stepped ever closer to the Cloaked Schemer, his anatomy bouncing slightly.
The purple-haired nobody blushed lightly at the sight and he quickly averted his eyes.
“Don’t act like you’ve never seen one before,” Axel smirked, stepping closer and closer to his fellow nobody.
Zexion remained silent, still embarrassed at the redhead’s actions.
“There has to be something you have to say,” Number VIII coaxed, nearly sitting on the Cloaked Schemer’s lap.
The purple-haired male gulped, turning his head to the side.
Axel placed his legs around Zexion’s, straddling him.
“Axel, get off,” Number VI objected.
“Allow me a little fun,” the redhead moaned, gently rubbing himself against Zexion’s coat.
The Cloaked Schemer made a sound of protest as Axel grinded against his thighs.
The redhead started a rhythm, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the pressure he was putting on his manhood.
“Axelll……” Zexion whined, putting his hands on Number VIII’s abdomen and attempting to push him away.
“Ohhhh, Zexy,” the Flurry of Dancing Flames groaned as he grew erect, grinding harder and faster against his unwilling captive.
A small noise escaped Number VI as Axel moved toward his waist, only his pants and jacket between his own cock and the redhead’s erection.
Number VIII grinned mischievously as he felt the purple-haired nobody’s manhood expand beneath him.
“Aren’t you warm in that jacket?” Axel drawled, running his hand along Zexion’s cloak zipper.
Before Number VI could utter a protest, his jacket was pooled around him, exposing his bare torso and black pants.
“See? You are enjoying this,” the redhead grinned when he noticed the obvious bulge tenting the dark fabric.
Zexion merely turned a deep red and watched as Axel continued to strip him of his clothes.
Once the pants were gone, the Cloaked Schemer quickly covered his nether region from Axel’s view.
With some struggle, the redhead was able to remove Number VI’s hands.
“Well, that’s a surprise,” Number VIII exclaimed, his eyes glued to Zexion’s simple black thong.
The purple-haired nobody stuttered in response, his face burning crimson.
“That’s fuckin’ sexy,” Axel admitted unashamedly, a playful smirk showing.
Suddenly, the redhead stood up, pulling Zexion up with him. Number VI covered his bare behind with his hands, his erection pulling the cloth tight and uncomfortable.
Axel circled behind the Cloaked Schemer, coaxing his hands away from his bum.
“You have a very nice ass,” the redhead said, giving it a tender smack, making Zexion shiver.
Standing behind the purple-haired male, Axel wrapped his arms around Zexion’s waist, his fingers slipping underneath the thong.
Number VI gasped as the redhead’s fingertips teased his skin, inching from his hips toward his partially erect manhood.
“Uhhh….Axelll….” Zexion mumbled, grabbing the redhead’s wrists in an effort to stop him.
“Come on, Zexyyy…..” Number VIII purred, wrapping his fingers around the nobody’s growing erection, “Don’t you want this?”
“Nnnnnnn……” was all that Zexion could muster as Axel began to pump steadily, eradicating all thoughts while doing so.
The corner of Axel’s mouth curled up in a lustful sneer as he breathed hotly into Number VI’s ear, earning a small groan.
“Tell me something, Zexy,” the redhead whispered, flicking his tongue out to glide across the purple-haired male’s sensitive ear.
The Cloaked Schemer simply whimpered in response, turning his head, his cheek now against Axel’s chest.
“Why,” the redhead exhaled huskily, “do you wear such….” he took a deep breath and blew in Zexion’s ear, “provocative clothing?”
Number VI let out a groan, pushing himself against Axel’s obvious erection, the flesh on flesh contact making his manhood ache.
“Is it for moments like these?” the Flurry of Dancing Flames assumed, still pumping at the other’s manhood teasingly slow.
Zexion merely nodded, closing his eyes in embarrassment.
“Such a little whore,” Axel tormented in a sultry tone, pressing his hips forward, a little bit of pre-cum leaking onto Number VI’s backside.
The Cloaked Schemer gasped as the redhead’s words, his lips pouting outward and a blush thoroughly coating his cheeks.
“Aren’t you?” Number VIII continued, using his free hand to explore Zexion’s stomach and chest, enticing small noises from the shorter nobody.
“Say it, Zexy,” Axel said seductively in his ear, “Say you’re a whore.”
Zexion let out a loud and sensual moan before mumbling,
“I-I’m a whore, Axel.”
The redhead couldn’t suppress his grin as he heard Zexion’s words, making him feel dominating and a rush of exhilaration jolted straight to his already throbbing manhood.
With his roaming hand, Number VIII slipped the thong off of Zexion’s thighs, exposing his erection and Axel’s ever pumping hand.
“I’ve wanted you….” the redhead breathed, starting to lose his self-control, “For sooo long….It’s become unbearable.”
Number VI took a sharp intake of air, feeling his face redder than before.
Axel pressed his hips against the Cloaked Schemer, wanting more and more contact as the seconds passed.
“Faster, A-Axel……” the purple-haired nobody moaned, clenching his jaw as he came close to orgasm.
The redhead bit back a noise as his hand moved quicker, pumping the head at an amazing pace.
Zexion’s muscles tensed as his climax ripped through him, sending shockwaves of pleasure to every part of his body.
The Flurry slowed his hand, helping Zexion ride out his orgasm until the last bit of semen shot to the library floor, leaving Number VI leaning against the other male.
Nuzzling against Axel’s bare chest, the shorter nobody closed his eyes, feeling tired and noticing how comfortable the redhead felt at that moment.
“Hey, Zexy?” the redhead prodded, his arms wrapped around the Cloaked Schemer.
“Hmm?”
“What are we supposed to do about my problem?”
Zexion remained silent.
“Well?”
“I dunno, Axel.”
“Wanna fuck?”
“No,” the purple-haired nobody objected, “That’s a rather crude way of saying it.”
“’Kay….” the redhead responded sarcastically, “How ‘bout you and me have some fornicating fun?”
Zexion’s eyes shot open, a rare laugh escaping his lips. He looked up at Number VIII, seeing green orbs staring down at him, dancing with lust and playfulness.
“Can’t you just jack off or something?” Zexion asked, feeling rather sleepy.
“Such a crude way of saying it,” Axel mocked, a grin showing.
“Eh…” the purple-haired male responded, losing focus as he drifted closer to sleep.
“I guess I’ll have to,” the redhead smiled, moving the other nobody to his chair, “But I still want you involved.”
“What?” the Cloaked Schemer murmured, his head resting in his hand comfortably.
“Don’t worry,” Axel said, “You don’t have to do a thing.”
“Alright,” Zexion agreed, his judgment slipping.
The redhead’s smirk only got bigger as he moved to straddle the drowsy nobody, his knees sinking into the cushion on either side of Zexion.
With his manhood inches away from Number VI’s exposed chest, Axel began to masturbate, his free hand fiddling with one of Zexion’s nipples, enticing small moans and coos.
He tugged at himself, the need to come building as he continued to watch the half-asleep nobody beneath him.
For the second time tonight, Axel felt himself spill over the edge, coming in fast hot spurts. As he milked his orgasm, the pearly white liquid coated Zexion’s chest and neck, a small amount hitting his chin.
Axel leaned forward, his forehead resting on Zexion’s. He felt Number VI’s light breaths on his lips and couldn’t resist the urge. He pushed his mouth to the other male’s, putting light pressure.
When Zexion didn’t respond, the redhead merely grinned before licking off the stray bit of semen from his chin.
Number VIII stood up, examining the nearly asleep Schemer, noting how his come-covered chest rose softly with each breath.
Deciding that no one would enter the library until morning, the redhead retrieved the sheet from the ground, wrapping tight around his waist, his deflating erection still tenting it. He turned for one last look of the purple-haired male before weaving his way through the bookshelves toward the door.
Eventually, he found his way out and headed for his room, feeling worn-out himself.
Closing the door behind him and locking it, Axel collapsed onto his bed, the images of a nearly nude sleeping Zexion swirling in his mind.

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Yay! I had most of this typed up (until Axel making Zexion say things) and I really wanted to get this uploaded tonight so I might have rushed through Axel's orgasm and exit. I'll write about the next day tomorrow. I have to think about how poor come-covered Zexy would feel waking up in nothing but his thong and Axel's juice... I put Zexy in a thong because I think he's secretely sexual and is always ready for that right moment. Or maybe he just likes how they feel, I dunno.
Tell me what ya think (ideas are welcome!) and that'll help me with the next chapter. Constructive criticism is always welcome cuz there is always room for improvement. Thanks for reading! I'm gonna go pass out now. ZZZZZZZZZexy